"You foolish!" said Bela, with a glance of scorn. "You can walk to Johnny Gagnon's and get your horses. Let one man stay here to watch the boats."
"Come on!" cried Shand from the top of the bank. "Catch him first and decide what we'll do to him after."
"Go on," said Bela sullenly. "I not track him wit'out you give him me for punish."
"You swear you'll hand him over to the police," demanded Jack sternly.
"I swear it!" she replied instantly, looking him in the eye and holding up her hand.
"All right. Come on. I'm satisfied," assented Jack.
"Wait!" she said. "You promise to me you not hurt him. Give me your hand."
She forced all three to shake hands on it, Joe submitting with an ill grace.
"Now come on," said Shand impatiently.
"Leave your guns," commanded Bela. "Maybe he run. You get mad and shoot. I want no blood."